Along the way, I bumped into Michaela and Liz, who were also running. (They were both doing the Ultra.)

They asked which distance I was doing, and I didn’t know, because I’d been fast asleep while running for the last five hours! I figured I must have been doing the Ultra (56 km) because the cut-off time for the half marathon is three hours.
(Realistically, 8 months pregnant or not, I don’t think it would take me less than five hours to run a half marathon. )

My friend was pregnant, and at her 20 week scan, it was discovered that she had an 8 week old foetus as well. It turns out that she got pregnant again, while she was pregnant. And it turns out that this is a rare, but possible thing. Just Google double pregnancy or superfetation. I did not know that.

I was a little bit pregnant – as in nowhere near ready to give birth – when I gave birth to an egg – about the size of an ostrich egg. The egg hatched and out popped a little homunculus with very long hairy legs, wearing a tartan beret and a sack.